Ae, one of the latest AI virtual assistants, and Daryl, a young intelligent man from a small village in the south, stood in holographic form on the other side of Laya's large oak desk. Behind them, a virtual presentation sat floating in the air.
“Good morning, Prime Minister,” Ae's neutral soothing voice announced. Laya's chief of security always had reservations about using Ae, but the software worked well, and with the founding of the M.C.P, the Ministerial Cyber Police, Laya disregarded his old-school aversion to new tech.
“Can we just get this over with? Today's the first day I'll see my family in months,” Laya told them, AR glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. Ae and Daryl exchanged a knowing look and got to work.
Daryl began his spiel in his usual tone, updating the Prime Minister on three key programs, New Skills, Cultural Protection Program, and Blockchain Plus. Daryl started with New Skills, an initiative added onto Universal Basic Income with the idea to support and encourage redundant workers to retrain and transition into future-proof jobs. After, Daryl covered the Cultural Protection Program, a program created to reassure the older citizen, a group who've witnessed so much change within such a short amount of time.
Ae took over for the third. With an uncanny-valley smile, she stepped forward and changed the presentation to display the latest on Laya's education reforms, and an update on the Treasury's Blockchain Plus program.
They discussed the most pressing issues for another hour and, at the stroke of nine, Laya bid a “good morning” to her assistants, and with a touch of her glasses, she was alone. It was the first day in two months she'd put aside to spend with her family and she'd be damned if anything was going to keep her from it.
Laya stood up and walked over to her Communication Wall. There, she removed a sleek lightweight metal-coated headset and walked to the middle of the room where a 6×6 box had been outlined on the floor. On the far side of the box, a comfortable but sturdy-looking safety chair sat. Most VR zones had one considering how tiring VR could be. Laya stood in the middle of the outlined box, put her gear on, switched on the smart lidar system that captured her movements, and issued a command.
The screen illuminated, and suddenly she was standing in a digital twin of her office. It was almost exactly the same in every way, down to the panic button under her desk and even the pile of coats hanging in the corner. The only difference was a data screen with live economic projections and headlines floating above her desk.
Using her default avatar, Laya walked over to a digital wardrobe. The glowing doors opened automatically, spiraling away into nothingness. She cycled through a few outfits and avatar choices, before settling on a light tan suit. It had an air of casualness, ideal for family and any unannounced digital paparazzi.
With another slightly different wave, she raised a group of tabs. Swiping through a few, she stopped on People. There at the top of the list, a contact labeled “Terry XOXO” sat. Having pressed the name, Laya selected the “Travel to” option.
Laya's vision turned black for a moment, spare a small ball, roughly the size of a basketball, spinning in front of her, slowly filling with color. The moment the ball was fully colored, Laya found herself in front of an endless row of squash courts, all styled in various fashions. She still hadn't quite gotten used to how instant everything was, when only a couple of years ago lag was pretty much expected no matter where you went in the metaverse.
To her front was the back of her husband's digital twin. He was intensely watching a match of hyper-squash between two avatars. One of which looked like a salmon, the other George W. Bush. The avatars smashed a golden ball back and forth, dashing and jumping in ways only possible in the digital realm.
“Terry,” Laya called, almost retracting at her own unfamiliar loving tone. She hadn't heard her own voice sound so sweet in what felt like an eternity. She moved closer toward him, her real smile projected onto her digital twin.
Terry turned, excited to see his absent wife. They hugged, virtually, their feedback sensors warming as they did.
“What happened to brunch?”
“Nothing, I was just watching some hyper-squash while I waited,” Terry explained. “I'm already there.”
* * *
Terry was wearing his AR glasses, enabling him to enjoy his wife's holographic presence and his food at the same time. From Laya's perspective, she was sitting in Al Pancho's digital twin and looking at the digital twin of her husband.
Al Pancho's was one of many holo-restaurants that now called the mall their home. These establishments were designed with both the physical and digital guest in mind, letting friends, family, and lovers share meals while sitting in restaurants separated by hundreds of miles. Laya ate a brunch prepared by her kitchen staff, Terry from Al Pancho's.
Once they'd finished, Laya waved her holographic hand over a physical card machine, held by a waiter wearing a pair of Al Pancho–branded AR glasses, who then handed Terry a physical receipt.
Terry pushed his face towards Laya, “Thank you for brunch, honey.” He was putting on that cute voice he does sometimes. “Although I do wish you could've been here in person.”
“I know. I do too, but we'll see each other tonight. I promise.”
“It's fine. When I see you in person, we're always haunted by your security anyway,” Terry added with a raise of his eyebrows and his voice slightly deflated.
Terry walked out into the mall, Laya's hologram automatically tethered to his movements. As they strolled, various adverts, both physical and digital, subtly changed. The words Laya, Terry, and husband and wife seemed to repeat across a few of them. To Laya's annoyance, one particularly aggressive ad for menopause supplements popped up in Laya's path, floating about 3 feet off the ground.
Terry knew she hated those adverts, so he reached out and grabbed the advert and then tossed it across the mall like a frisbee.
“Oh, look,” Terry added, changing the subject quickly. “D'Argento is having a sale. How about that necklace we saw last time?”
Laya started smiling again. She connected her holographic hand to Terry's digital hand, and together they strolled into D'Argento, an upmarket jewelry store for both the physical and digital jewelry lover.
The inside resembled a classic turn-of-the-century jewelry shop. The glass display cases of various shapes and sizes were full of beautifully crafted items of aesthetic pleasure. Above and besides the physical pieces, digital jewelry floated and glowed. Signs stating NFT certified and Unique Digital Items were proudly displayed in AR fashion.
Together, they perused the selection, eventually agreeing on the same necklace they'd flirted with a few times before. Terry paid this time, swiping the palm of his hand across the card machine. Once the payment was confirmed, the necklace appeared in Laya's digital inventory.
After she equipped the necklace, they stood there for a moment admiring their buy in a virtual mirror, giggling and whispering sweet nothings like they did when they were younger. In the midst of Terry telling Laya how beautiful she looked, a red flash appeared in the corner of Laya's vision—the word Ae on the screen. She had to take it. For a brief moment, Laya had forgotten about her age, about her job. “Yes, Ae? I asked not to be interrupted.”
“Ahh, duty never takes a day off, Prime Minister,” Ae quipped as she strolled into Laya's vision.
“And apparently you never listen to your programming.”
Ae narrowed her eyes at Laya but kept the conversation focused. The Cultural Protection Program had just landed a celebrity spokesman, pleasant news to Laya's ears, plus it was almost time to go to Mia's school for her show. Mia was Laya's 15-year-old and eldest child.
Laya thanked and dismissed Ae. She turned to her husband with a sad look in her eye. She was so grateful for Terry. Many other men wouldn't support a spouse with a job like this. But Terry, Terry